Aleja never wears anything underneath her shirts and dresses, not unless there's good reason, and her smug grin as he gets her shirt up shows how long she's been waiting for him to touch her like this. It's been entirely too long and she shakes her hair of the loose braid, the waves falling down her back as she arches her back to give him skin to kiss.

"You're so gentle," she teases. "After a winter of desire, I thought maybe you would want me, but no..." she mock-maligns, as if this is a horrible thing and she doesn't know what to do with him.